Aberfeldy

Took a little break in a nice bit of Scotland last week: Aberfeldy, which is in one of my favourite – because pretty and loaded with Nature – areas of the country.

Cue photos of the Birks of Aberfeldy, a wooded gorge (birks = birches) made famous by one Robert Burns who visited and wrote a song about the place. There’s a statue of him there in the woods, sitting contemplatively in the dappled sunlight. Nice.

Nice that they put the great man on a bench, so that you can sit beside him, don’t you think?

Couple of verses, just to round things off:

Now Simmer blinks on flowery braes,
And o’er the crystal streamlets plays;
Come let us spend the lightsome days,
In the birks of Aberfeldy.

While o’er their heads the hazels hing,
The little birdies blythely sing,
Or lightly flit on wanton wing,
In the birks of Aberfeldy.